Vivi opened the door to Olivia's apartment gently. She'd showered before coming over, of course... but she had cheated on Olivia, and Olivia was smart - she couldn't help but wonder if Olivia would figure it out on her own.
When she opened the door to the office, she saw Olivia had swiveled her chair around and was pointing a pistol right at the doorway. She raised her hands into the air, and Olivia just sighed. "Ay ay ay, puta," she said, as she lowered the gun. "You're alone, yeah?" Vivi nodded rapidly. "You haven't answered your phone since I kicked you out. You made me worry." Olivia unloaded the pistol before depositing it in her drawer. "Well? You got an explanation?"
"Sorry, Mistress," Vivi said, bowing her head. After a moment's thought, she descended towards her knees, crawling towards Olivia. Olivia liked being on top, of course - she had that sort of egoistic desire for dominance, and Vivi was happy to play into that. "I got drunk, and I don't remember most of last night. I must have turned off my phone while I was intoxicated."
"You're an EM and you're getting blackout drunk?" Olivia asked, casually planting one hand on Vivi's head - and then softly petting her, like you might a particularly well-behaved dog. "You got some kinda problem? I thought you didn't even drink before your crossover."
"No, Mistress. I was drinking socially and told my chip to set my intoxication levels to the average of the group. I guess they were more drunk than I thought."
Olivia let out a sigh, looking down at Vivi with a rather more gentle expression. The exhausted mother rather than the irate disciplinarian. "You're allowed to do things on your own, you know that, puta. But you're my bitch. I get worried if I can't call you. You were out for eleven hours, puta. Did you sleep?"
Vivi felt the heat of embarrassment in her cheeks, the autonomic response no doubt being translated directly from chip to her face. Would Olivia figure out that she'd cheated on her? Either way, she nodded.
"Good." Olivia gently shifted her hand from the top of Vivi's head, down to her chin, twisting her up to look her dead in the eyes. "Did you sleep with someone, puta?"
Vivi swallowed at that. "Yes," she said, her voice a whisper.
"Boy or girl?"
"Ah..." Vivi swallowed again. "Three girls and a boy."
Olivia closed her eyes, drinking in a long breath through her nose. When she opened them again, her expression was cold as Vivi remained on hands and knees before her. Olivia was quite beautiful - caramel skin, vivid dyed purple hair, a mole on her cheek and slender, fit legs - but her expression now was one of cold contemplation. "Three girls and a boy. Who did you spend the most time on, puta?"
Vivi was bi, but she leaned more towards straight than gay. That was a sore point to Olivia - that's why she didn't just say, I sucked the guy's cock first thing when I woke up, and it was sooo good, even though that was the truth. "It was a tangle of legs and bodies, Mistress. I don't remember anything between sitting down to talk to the group and waking up."
Olivia idly tapped her thigh with her free hand, the other keeping a hold on Vivi's chin. "You love me more than any of them, yeah?"
"Yes, Mistress! I barely know them!"
"New rule: no more drinking, puta. No drugs at all without my say-so. Yeah?"
"Yes, Mistress," she agreed readily, and Olivia slumped in her seat for a moment, letting go of Vivi's chin to glance over at the computer screen.
"Alright. As long as you're okay, puta, I'm happy. I take good care of you, yeah?" Vivi nodded very rapidly at that. It was thanks to Olivia sheltering her that Vivi had avoided conscription over the course of the Penultimate War. "Yeah. Eat me out, puta. Me estresaste hasta la mierda," she muttered to herself. "Relax me," she said, casually peeling her way out of her panties before spreading her legs.
Dutifully, Vivi leaned forward towards Olivia's sex, looking up at her as she started to lick and suck on her mistress's pussy.
After a couple minutes of pussy-eating, Olivia rolled her chair to face the computer, tapping away at the keyboard as she got back to work, Vivi still readily eating her out.
It seemed like Olivia wasn't too upset about her accidental orgy.
That was good. Olivia could get a little crazy sometimes.
* * *
Now that they were alone in his (admittedly spartan, but he was just visiting Zaun) room, it was time for Becca to make her move. "Doctor, my heart is aching, can you please check it?" Becca thrust her chest out towards Max - and he promptly blushed in response. It was absolutely adorably sexy-cute. He clearly wasn't used to aggressive female attention, but given how he looked now, he'd get used to it, and fast. She needed to press the advantage while she still had it.
"I'm not that kind of doctor," he said, glancing away from her chest as if to protect her chastity. Like she cared! Did girls dress like her if they cared about guys looking at their tight bod? "It's a doctorate in archaeology. I'm out here for the site."
"The site?" Becca asked. She legit had no idea what he was referring to.
"The site," he agreed. He frowned a moment later. "You didn't hear?" Becca shook her head. "It's an amazing find, I figured it'd be the talk of the town! The asteroid has an interior chamber, complete with two surviving mummified specimens - both female - of an unknown species. I got to take samples and do the initial scans, so I've pretty much been spending every day going over what I've got." He had a big grin as he spoke. He clearly liked what he did for a living. "Oh! I can actually walk you through the scan, I think." He paused, glancing down at her body again, and she shifted a bit to show a seductive roll of the hips. "I assume you know how to go into a virch with a wire? I'm not an EM so I don't."
It was kind of like a romantic getaway, since they'd be the only two people in the virch, and by experience, virches made great places to get some screwing done far away from any prying eyes. "Yeah, just give me the right wire. A CC6 or CC7 male."
"Uhh," he said, glancing back at his computer and the tangle of wires in a bin next to it. His confidence emerged a moment later as he pulled one out. "CC7?" He asked.
"Yep!" She took it from him and plopped her butt down on his desk, carefully lacing one leg over the other to show off her thighs. By his passing glance at her leg, he was interested in both her body and her tat. "It says P.K. Dick. Old old SF author. You read anything by him?"
"Uh? No," he said, his eyes snapping up to hers, pretending he hadn't been looking.
That was cute, the way he was acting like a teenager who'd gotten caught... but also, she wanted him to get comfortable looking at her body as soon as possible. "You've probably seen a movie or two based on his work. Total Recall? Minority Report? High Castle? The miniseries Dreams of Electric Sheep was based on a novel of his, too."
"Oh. High Castle's the Nazi one, right?" Becca nodded. "Isn't that based on a book that's like three hundred years old?"
"I said, old-old," Becca replied, a smile on her lips. She took the CC7 cable from him with one hand, and gently pinched at the pseudoflesh in between her breasts with the other. A little peel backwards, and some of the underlying chrome beneath was revealed. He was now staring at her tits, which was nice. She clicked open the little door, and stuck the CC7 in. "Come on, Doctor. Give me a tour of an ancient ruin."
It took him a second to restart his brain enough to nod in response, grabbing the VR helmet off the computer desk and putting it on. He really had no chrome at all, then. Well, not that he remembered, anyway. He'd apparently gained 23cm/9" of height, and it was hard to believe there wasn't anything modified under the hood, given how good he looked.
She entered the virch a couple seconds after him.
"So, this is the airlock," he said, and she jerked her digital head in his direction. He looked just like on his ID card - which was to say, way, way worse. It wasn't just like he'd woken up with bedhead or tired as shit. It was like he was the ugly brother: chin, nose, jawline, ears, eyes, hair, everything that little bit worse. Not actually ugly - maybe a seven? Maybe even an eight?
Becca didn't care how he looked.
Okay, she cared a little. But seeing him in his 'old' form, knowing that was the same Doctor Maximillian Stat, she still had that one, solitary bit of information that had managed to hold on through a night of hard drinking her way into a fivesome orgy: this guy was amazing and wonderful and great and she wanted not just in his pants, but in his bed, in his life. If his job took him off Zaun, she wanted to quit her merc work and follow him wherever it was he wanted to go - fuck her boss and fuck her crew.
She didn't remember why she felt that way, because her dumb ass had not installed a mod for the alcohol sim that prevented blackouts before she met the guy who was clearly her soulmate or some shit (an error she had since corrected). But she did feel that way, and nothing she'd seen so far of the guy made her doubt blackout-her's judgment on the subject.
It wasn't like with David, where she couldn't even figure out what the other Becca had seen in him.
"Becca?" Max asked, snapping her back to reality.
Fuck. "I was just thinking that old you is definitely cute too." She gave him a winning smile, and he actually blushed. Nailed it. This guy was easy pickings. PhDs didn't get laid a lot while working on their doctorates, right? She wondered if she'd actually popped his cherry last night. Fuck, she hoped so. If he'd lost his virginity last night, she was going to claim it, since nobody could remember enough to disprove the claim. "Sorry. I do want to learn, it sounds interesting."
"Okay. I'm not really a teacher, so forgive me if I'm boring- ugh, I shouldn't lead with that." He shook his head. "The mummies don't clearly map any known species," he explained, walking casually through the still-closed airlock door without opening it, just clipping right through. She hurried after him, emerging on the other side in what looked to be a circular main room. "The floors are metal, and I'm pretty sure the mummies were wearing magboots. That's good for preservation," he added. "Spin gravity habitats tend to tear apart from centrifugal force after abandonment."
"Zaun seems pretty stable."
"Oh, I mean after millennia," he corrected. "Dating is harder in space, and there are other tests to do, but I think the mummies are around four hundred thousand years old."
"Wow. So, what, this is some ancient lesbian love den? You said they were both girls."
"No, when it was inhabited, there were a lot more people here, they just left. These girls stuck around and died before an outgassing event. Probably was just the standard slow loss of atmo without maintenance, but there's a lot to go over to be sure. Oh! That's one of the interesting things," he added with a smile that looked sexy-cute even on his less-hot face. "When it was inhabited, there were thirty or forty people, who all slept, simultaneously, in the same bed." He took her hand in his and just dragged her through a couple walls, towards what was... well, a very unusual bedroom.
Since the asteroid apparently didn't use spin gravity, the bed had (what remained of) various straps and belts. And since this was a bed meant for dozens of people, there were a lot of them. She poked at the cushion, but her finger just went right through.
"Oh, if you want to turn on clipping, you just have to say so. I have it set to noclip by default, since I got these scans, like, yesterday."
"Clipping on," Becca said, and poked the bed again. It felt soft and gooey, and not in a good way. It'd be like sleeping on a water balloon full of molasses. "Was it like this when they were alive? I wouldn't want to sleep in a bed like this."
"These scans are from yesterday, so I don't know. I took a material sample from a few things, and the bed's one of them, but doing lab tests takes time. It could be degradation of the chemicals due to the outgassing, or just time, or rotting because they were originally organic, or it could be that the aliens just liked beds like these." He smiled. "Oh, that reminds me. The aliens - if they turn out to be a novel species, I'll get to be the one to name them. And, I think they are."
"Wow." How many intelligent alien species could they possibly have discovered? Like twenty? She had no idea. "Any ideas for names, Doctor?"
"Oh. Sometimes they get named after the discoverer, but those always seem so banal to me. I like the ones where there's a story, like it's named after the discoverer's wife or child or something more thoughtful." Instantly, she wanted these space aliens to be named Rebeccasaurus rex more than she'd ever wanted any species to be named anything before in her entire life. (Mostly because she'd never cared about the name of any species until that point.) "I'll probably give them a name based on what I manage to decipher of their behavior. Even if I turn out to be wrong, it'll at least be an interesting story."
"They've been dead a long time. How much can you really tell about their behavior?"
"A lot, actually! Archaeology is an old field, and our techniques to tease information out of artifacts have only gotten better and better over the past few hundred years. One of my samples was a tooth from one of the mummies, because it's likely that surviving particulates will give us an idea of diet - vegetables, natural meat, cultured meat, algae, or something else altogether. Environmental genetic traces can help identify artifacts as belonging to particular individuals. I still have to map out the power and water lines, which will help establish living patterns," he added. "I was planning on doing that today, actually."
That sucked. If he was mapping power and water lines, then he wouldn't be able to fuck her again. She definitely couldn't contribute meaningfully to that, either. Out in meatspace, she hopped off the desk and planted her ass in his lap, rubbing her butt up against his groin. He got an erection pretty fast, while she just flashed him a smile in the virch. "They've kept the past half a million years, you can leave them a little longer, right?"
"This is probably the discovery to make my career, Becca," he told her, though the way his dick twitched inside his pants as she kept rubbing her butt against it suggested that he just might be persuadable. "I already fucked you a whole bunch this morning."
That was true. It was the best sex of her life. "Alright," she said. "I'll let you work," she told him, pulling out the CC7 cable and leaving the virch.
"Thanks, Becca," he said. His hand reached for her flank, momentarily connecting to her hip, and she casually relaxed against it. The feeling of being manhandled by him, even in this minimal way, just naturally excited her in a way she'd never felt with another guy. "Could you, um, get out of my lap? Your butt's distracting."
"Oh? My butt's distracting?" She wiggled against his groin, grinning over her shoulder as she watched him faintly squirm in response. "Sorry." She hopped off his lap at that point, and he let out a little sigh of relief. "Go ahead and work, don't let me distract you."
She took his distraction as a chance to explore his apartment. It was spartan, but that was mostly because he'd basically just moved in. She managed to locate a few notebooks in a drawer, idly plopping onto his bed and starting to flip through them.
They were a mix of impenetrable jargon/shorthand (she couldn't tell one from the other), and cute little doodles. She recognized some of the doodles as cartoon characters, and some of them seemed more like concept art, because he'd iterate on one design over the course of multiple pages, reviving it later on, tweaking proportions. She thought she recognized a couple as being based on animals from other planets, but there were so many of those it was hard to tell. It was all freehand with a pen, which was weird. Didn't people who drew on paper use pencils 'cause you can erase the marks they make?
After flipping through the notebooks, though, she was bored. She could just leave and head out, but she absolutely didn't want to do that. Especially because she had the niggling thought that he'd traded contact deets with all four of them - so if she left, he might call up Naomi or Jinx or the Vivi, instead of her. She could pull up a game on her AR to play. She'd been burning through the latest Devil's Edge campaign, and it always had fun setpieces and enemies to shoot...
It definitely sounded awkward to just sit in the guy's bedroom gaming. He had asked to be able to do the work, and he clearly loved his job, so-
The door to the bedroom opened, and there he stood. Sexy as ever, though he was wearing more clothes than he had been when she woke up next to him. She glanced to the walls to figure out if there was a bathroom. "I finished early," he said, recognizing her confusion.
"Uh. It's been like ten minutes. The way you talked, it sounded like it was a full day's work?"
"I was in the zone," he said, with a proud smile on his lips. "I did a few mappings back when I was earning my PhD, but this one I just knocked out. I'm feeling great. Oh." His smile left his lips for a moment. "I just realized I basically just told you to sit around and be bored, sorry. Do you want to go grab an early lunch or something?"
"You didn't tell me to do anything," she reassured him. She hopped off the bed, approaching him, and planted one hand on his stomach - the other slid down towards his groin, fingertips teasing at his cock. His breath hitched in response, clearly surprised that she'd gone right to sex, but his dick was getting ready for more. "We can do a lunch at the normal time. I have a great idea for what we can do right now, though," she said.
She could see a tiny bit of hesitation in his gaze. She slowed down time on her Akash, giving herself some space to think as his expression seemed to freeze. One tenth realtime was generally enough for any amount of time.
He wasn't hesitant because he wasn't attracted to her, obviously. He'd fucked her hard in that hotel room. He seemed unused to being the center of girls' attention, so that was probably part of it, but guys generally fantasized about stuff like this, right? A hot babe's fingertips trailing across the head of their hardening cock as she begs for more... wasn't that every guy's fantasy?
Wait. Could he be too tired? Sure, he (now) had a hard-on, but they'd fucked like rabbits in the hotel room, and he'd had three other girls to work himself out on then, and he'd done it yesterday too, and he was meat instead of metal.
She could let it go, give him an hour or three to recharge his batteries before going for it... but she didn't want to wait. She wanted to take this chance to fuck him hard in an environment without any competition. She wanted one on one time with the man who would be her future husband.
She'd noticed he liked fellatio, during that massive orgy. Not just the triple blowjob or something either - he'd gotten particularly excited by wagging tongues and opened mouths, in a way her butt (or Naomi's tits) could just about compete with.
So she let time resume and dropped to her knees. "One quick beej, then we can head out," she told him, looking up at him with fluttering eyelashes. She popped the button on his pants when he didn't complain, and he just let out a hot pant as his cock popped free.
The thing actually smacked her face, the virile masculine organ slapping against her features in a way that made her pussy clench up. The scent of it instantly filled her nostrils, the sweetest smell that had ever clogged them up, and her hand reached up for his length, idly stroking what of his cock wasn't rubbing against her face. She looked up at him, enjoying that moment of hesitation on his part as she kissed at the side of his wonderful fat throbbing dick. "Don't you want-" he swallowed, "-reciprocation or something?"
"You already fucked me crazy good, Max," she reassured him, kissing wetly at the side of his cock, paying attention to each vein as she made her way slowly up his length. For just a moment, the tip of his cock brushed against her nose, and it made her pussy melt with a kind of carnal desire she'd never known before. She wanted to suck it into her mouth, bob like crazy, lick and slurp and praise the big hard cock in front of her. Getting it stuffed in her needy cunt was a nice idea, but sucking it was just as good, just as wondrous. "Let me do the work," she told him, finally wrapping her lips around his cockhead.
He tasted wonderful, her tongue eagerly lapping at the underside of his length as she began to slowly, gingerly, slide her lips down his cock. He groaned for just a moment in response to the slow, sinuous movement - then he grabbed her pigtails and just thrust his cock the rest of the way down, his balls wetly smacking against her chin as he just went for it. His shy and unsure affect was forgotten as carnal lust overtook him, and that actually drove her own rising heights of arousal, seeing him forget everything else because he was turned on by her.
"Your mouth feels so nice, Becca," he told her, as he just held himself down her throat for a long few seconds. She licked softly at the underside of his cock, gulping around his length, stimulating him still further. In the process, she also reassured him that doing whatever he wanted to her face was fine - and he responded by ramming away roughly, fingers tightly gripping her hair as he fucked her face. "Take it, Becca, take my cock down your tight little throat."
Those words made Becca speak up again, wanting to play into all his wildest, dirtiest fantasies, wanting to be his dream girl, wanting to get him off right here and right now. The big hard cock in her mouth made it hard to think of anything but how much she loved the taste and feel of it, the raw masculine energy of having such a thick throbbing cock resting inside her throat. "That's right, fuck my face, Max, just fuck my face and use my mouth and throat. Shove your fat cock down my gullet, it's what it's there for, it's more important to me than food, I love it, I love your big fat cock in my mouth." He groaned in response, enticed still further, increasing his pace as he rutted at her mouth. "I mean that, too, I don't need to eat any more, if you told me the only thing I'm allowed to eat is your cum, you'd be making me so happy."
"That's it!" He had energy in his voice now, pounding at her face, balls slapping at her chin as he just took charge. "That's right, Becca, your mouth is my onahole from now on!" Her eyebrows raised momentarily in response to that - but she didn't argue. It wasn't just the polite consideration of not wanting to ruin the moment. It was also a sort of raw desire, a thought that it was a sexy idea. She'd been the first to voice it, after all. "No eating anything but my cock and cum! You're my hot little oral toy from now on, got it?!" His voice was demanding, almost childishly needy, but she readily acceded to his every word. On her knees, his virile masculinity pulsing with eager domination in her mouth and throat, nothing could feel more natural than agreeing to whatever debauched idea he came up with and declared her new truth.
She just moaned happily in response to his words, his thick rod pulsing inside her throat at the sensation. He cast his head back, roaring with pleasure and domination. Every thump of his hips against her face beat into her mind a certain feeling that this was the most natural sensation in the world. She'd never been a sub before, but in front of such a font of masculine energy, what could she be but a happy kneeling little cocksucker for her man? What could she want but to get her throat reamed out by his cock, have her insides reshaped by his pulsing length? Each wet gluk of his cock penetrating her throat was an echoing reminder of just how good his cock was. It felt so completely natural to submit to his use of her face.
Not just a roleplay for a lover, but a happy acceptance of a position on her knees with this wonderful fat cock in her throat. Her mind danced around to images of him fucking her in other positions, taking her roughly, some mix of wild fantasies and memories of this morning, as her mouth got put to hard use. Every one of her holes getting turned inside out by his throbbing manhood as he showed off his cock. His glorious male body putting her through her paces. If she still had ovaries, she felt like the eggs would be being fired off right now in a desperate attempt to be bred - as it was, the thought came to mind that once he was done with her face, she'd like her to use her other holes too.
Her lips were slurping on his hard rod almost involuntarily: there was no conscious thought involved in the act of stretching her cocksucking lips to take as much of his girth as she could get, but if she had even been consciously aware of it, she would have tried to do it twice as hard. Her tongue was an eager participant too, flapping around inside her mouth, tasting his cocksweat as it mixed with her own saliva, the flavor leaving her thighs trembling in arousal, her clit furiously scraping against her panties, her pussy drenching them with feminine lust.
"Your cock's so good, Max, just fuck my face, fuck it hard, I love it, ahm, ahm, it's the best cock ever, the best cock ever," she moaned. The words were just an expression of her feelings, and he growled in raw domination at that point, using his grip on her ponytail to forcibly drag her around. Even though her petite body weighed more than it should, before a man like Max, it might as well have been feather-light. She was casually pushed up against the wall, the back of her skull pressed into it as he just railed at her face, letting go of her pigtails as he rammed his cock in and out of her throat, banging the back of her head against the wall.
If she'd still been meat and bone, it might have been uncomfortable or dangerous - but she was all chrome now. Her Akash EM chip was well insulated in her chest, not her skull. Getting facefucked and pounded roughly into the wall just made her wetter, and she gulped and sucked eagerly on his cock, letting him pin her to the wall like that, even rubbing at his thighs, feeling him up as he used her mouth like a glory hole, his hands now planted against the wall rather than her face.
"This is where you belong, Becca, on your knees with a cock in your mouth."
"Your cock!" Becca added instantly - no other man's cock could compare - and he groaned in pleasure at those two words.
"That's right. With my cock in your mouth. You're a cute little fellatrix, that tight little body of yours absolutely perfect to get picked up and manhandled and used however I want." She moaned in delirious arousal at that, nodding as best she could as he rammed his cock into her throat again and again. Her pussy was on fire, juices just spilling out, and her head was spinning, she was so fucking horny. The only reason she hadn't come yet from just how horny and feminine and breedable and fuckable and eager she felt, was that her hands were on Max's thighs instead of stuffed into her panties. If she'd so much as touched her clit, she knew she would have come as hard as she had this morning when he'd been fucking her hard.
Every sloppy slurp and suck of his cock seemed so impossibly perfect. She let out noises, words, but they were incoherent little gibberish things, frothing thoughts bubbling up from the soup of arousal that was her emulated mind. "Love," "suck," "cock," "dick," "fuck," "tasty," "yum," and other such little words, let out around his cock. There was no need for sense, when they were both in perfect agreement that her mouth made a tight little fuckhole for him, and she didn't need to say or think about anything else other than how wonderful it was to have her mouth used.
"You're my oral fucktoy!" He declared, pounding at her face that little extra bit harder, roaring in his own arousal, hands planted against the wall as her head faintly clanked against it with each thrust. "Say it, Becca! Say that your mouthhole is my personal jerkoff aid, your throat my cumrag!"
"Yes, yes, I love it, I love your cock, I love being facefucked by your cock more than I love breathing or thinking, I love being your cute little fuckable fucktoy, I want to have your cock rammed down my throat every day, ahm, ahm-" she stopped thinking well enough to talk, her arousal had climbed so high, the denial and need born of not touching herself starting to make some small part of her wonder if EM chips could fry with arousal. "I'm a horny little blowjob machine," she said, the first thing that came to mind.
In response, Max shifted his body ever so slightly. It took her a second to realize what he was doing: his sock-clad foot was sliding up her bare thigh, up towards her booty shorts. The feeling of its slow approach made her moan and gulp and slurp and lick and treat his cock with the worshipful adoration it so deserved. Then he brushed against her cunt through her clothes, and she came hard, squealing in ecstasy, her eyes peeling back as they unfocused, her body twitching frantically on his dick.
He rammed his cock balls deep down her throat and unloaded at that point, roaring out his desire. They both twitched and spasmed, sharing an unadulterated orgasm that had no shame in it whatsoever. What could be shameful about a man using his blowjob machine's mouth to get himself off? You might as well complain about a lion eating deer.
When he was finished, he sighed and relaxed, pulling out of her mouth, his cock twitching in the open air, the scent of it flooding her nostrils and making her all the hornier. A single droplet of precum began to form on the tip, and the only thought in her head was how tasty it would be to suck up. Her tongue danced out of her mouth, and she lapped it up, soaking it onto her tongue and shuddering softly.
At that point, Max took a couple steps away, his cock bouncing away from her. She mindlessly crawled after him, panting needily the further he got from her. He pulled back on his underwear, then buttoned back up his pants, and at that point her fucked-stupid emulated mind began to rearrange itself, ones and zeroes returning to work on calculating more coherent thoughts. She looked up at him from her position on her knees, still admiring his gorgeous body, but less in the sense of being a horny cockslut eager to get her throat bred.
"Wow," he breathed out. "That was... whew." He idly reached for his underarm, fingers dabbing at the light peppering of hair there and pausing. "Did I really not work up a sweat at all?" He asked, seeming genuinely bewildered.
"Let me check," she said, hopping to her feet and just stuffing her face right into his underarm. She was just the right size for that to be pretty much entirely natural as far as spots to stuff her nose went, and she took a deep drink of his distinctive scent. She could practically hear her EM chip's fan whirr as it struggled to blow away that smell and the horny it brought. Her clit pulsed against her panties again, and she imagined being bent over the bed, fucked silly, and creampied, her belly swelling up with countless babies from a man like this. (She couldn't actually get pregnant like that... Maybe I could get a mechanical womb installed and have some quintuplets with him, though, if he wants kids.) "You smell nice," she said.
He let out a truly adorable little laugh at that. "Thanks, Becca... I don't think you're the most neutral source, though."
"Hey, if you stank, I'd say so," she told him, a little grin on her lips. She knew what he really meant, but everything about him really was just a mind-numbingly perfect iteration on the formula of 'man.' Appearance, cock, cum, precum, smell... and again, there was that lingering memory from the previous night that he was great in terms of personality too, an impression that he hadn't damaged one iota.
"I'll take a quick shower, then we can eat something," he told her.
"Huh? But I'm only allowed to eat your cock and cum from now on," Becca said as she looked up at him. That sudden expression of concern and horror was too funny - she couldn't help but laugh. "I'm fucking with you, choom," she said, giving his shoulder a smack. "Dirty talk in the bedroom, I know."
He let out a laugh of his own. "You got me. Sorry, I'm not used to that kind of being-dominant thing. I really did like it!" He added a moment later.
"I did too. Now go get yourself cleaned up," she told him, and he nodded, heading to the shower.
Though... if he had meant it when she said that she really would be his oral toy and not eat anything but his cum...
Well, you know. Relationships were built on compromise. That was why she wasn't following him into the shower - he clearly wanted to eat and talk and get to know each other, rather than fuck her brains out some more.
* * *
I'd let Becca pick the place for us to eat - I was brand new on Zaun, so I had no idea what there was - and she wound up grabbing us some kebabs and walking the promenade. The hand that wasn't holding the kebab instead held mine, fingers lacing together with mine greedily.
I was getting way more attention from passers-by than I ever had in my life. Basically every woman who wasn't staring at something else - and thus didn't notice me at all - looked my way, their heads practically on swivels as I passed by. At first, my assumption was that the reason for that was Becca. It seemed more obvious than anything else: she must have been some sort of local celebrity. I was listening to Becca all the while, of course - she was giving me a guided tour, and I was building a mental model of the place - but I interrupted after she explained about how I should stay away from Din of Delight (a brothel).
"What do you do here on Zaun?" I asked.
"Oh!" She reacted to the question with a brief moment's internal cringe - and the moment was very brief, because the expression vanished from her face a fraction of a second later. Running her EM chip fast for a moment? - before responding. "I'm a merc. I mostly do bodyguard work and stuff like that."
"Is that dangerous?"
She let out a little laugh at that. "I used to do the dangerous kind of merc work, like thirty-seven years ago," she explained. I heavily revised my guess at her age upwards - I'd been assuming she was younger than me up to that point, but I wasn't even born thirty-seven years ago. "Nowadays it's just guarding shit nobody wants to steal. I've gotten shot at, like, two times, and had to beat some drunk punk down a couple dozen."
She had another odd pause, her expression flickering just a mite too fast. I was pretty sure she was using her EM chip to give her more time to think, but I couldn't guess at what or why.
"I didn't stop just because I died. Or, well-" she paused again, and when she started speaking again. "After my respawn, I kept throwing myself into dumb jobs that paid a lot - this was back in '23, California, peak of the Blue Revolution. It was basically anarchy. Foreign corpos were treating the place like every corporate secret was a limited time offer, so they paid a fuckton." I nodded along. "I did a few jobs. Smash and grabs, loots, you know. But I was picking through my old stuff, and I found the Becca who died had the hots for this guy. David Martinez. I know how I get around guys I like, so I could tell she liked him. Obsessively reading all his texts, poking but not too hard, that kind of thing. He had some other girl. The thing is, I never met him, and I honestly couldn't tell what the hell she saw in him by looking. It was that thought that did it."
Reading the subtext of her words came fluidly - I had that same sort of, Damn, I solved that one fast, that I'd had working out the water and electrics. "What she saw in him. You realized that she wasn't the same person as you. She hadn't gotten a respawn, she'd just died."
Her eyebrows shot up on her head in surprise, then she tightened her grip on my hand and smiled. "Smart and hot. I didn't want to be the next corpse whose life somebody else picked over, so I got out. I had plenty of cash, and plenty of enemies, so I decided to leave Earth. Wound up on Zaun a decade or so back. It's my kind of joint, so I stuck around. Though," she added, "it's not like I'm that attached to the place."
"Thanks for telling me your story." I gave her hand a gentle squeeze back, and she looked like she'd just won a million bucks. "Did you do something that made you famous here?" Becca just looked confused at that question, raising one eyebrow. "Everybody keeps looking at us."
She let out a laugh at that, leaning into me, wrapping around my arm as she rubbed her cheek into my bicep. "Max, they're not looking at us. They're looking at you. The hottest guy in the galaxy."
"Oh." I felt really dumb for not realizing that.
* * *
Olivia leaned back in her chair, idly rolling a stylus in between her fingers as she considered the screen in front of her. She could just leave it. She probably should just leave it.
But, she was gonna do it anyway. She'd put Vivi in the bedroom with cuffs on her wrists and a bullet vibe on her clit for a reason. Namely, that it meant Vivi wasn't going to see her take a look at what girls she got with last night. Maybe one of them would be down for a threesome.
Yeah, that was definitely why she was scrolling back through security footage to when Vivi left the apartment. Because she wanted a threesome with her drunk one night stand. What kind of stupid lies was she even blithering about in her head?
On-screen, Vivi was propositioned by a guy, but she clearly politely turned him down and gave a cheery wave. Her little puta was a sweetheart. You could see the way she wished him the best of luck in getting his dick wet - sincerely, out of nothing but compassion for all mankind - and moved on.
Obviously, the actual reason she was scrolling through this footage was that she wanted to see who the fuck the guy Vivi had fucked was. Her little puta was bi, which was fine; Olivia was bi too. But unlike Vivi, Olivia hadn't just slept with some rando, so her taste in men wasn't relevant. What was relevant was Vivi's.
Another two guys propositioned Vivi, and Olivia worried for a moment that Vivi had lied - that she'd just decided to earn a little extra spending money, like Olivia wouldn't spend any amount of money on her little puta to make whatever fairy tale she wanted a reality, in the flesh or in a virch. Then she saw Vivi step inside Quora's Den on screen, and her little lady joined a table with three girls and a guy.
The girls were hot. Big tits and muscles on one. Pint-sized flattie with tats on another. The blueberry... ehn. She could take her or leave her. Nothing about her really sang, verdad?
The guy, though...
She didn't know what she wanted the guy to look like.
But it sure as fuck wasn't like an Aryan ubermensch. Tall, muscular, good looks he probably paid top dollar for - and whoever did the work deserved it - blonde, blue-eyed. Fucker was probably into race play, plowing her girl while talking about how his white dick was gonna reshape her black cunt or some shit like that.
Her teeth dug into her lower lip harshly as she glared at him.
She was gonna find out where this motherfucker lived, and she was gonna show him why you don't fuck with Sombra's girl.